counting your scars and missing the stars [discontinued]

Sweet. Dave’s day just keeps getting better and better, because as soon as he got to class (thank god for John) and sat in his assigned seat, the old teacher hates disruptive kids, Karkat comes walking through the door. The sweetest part of the already cavadee event is that the only seat that Karkles can take is right in front of him, and that would make his seat in the first row. Right next to Nepeta. What kind of name is Karkat anyways? He’s imaging it’s spelled with a K, if it’s a C, then it would be pretty dumb. The dumbest of dumb, you take an Egbert and Ampora sandwich dumb. Man, fuck Eridan, he’s dumb and a prick. A rich prick.

Dave has to decide on a nickname for Kittykat, or he could just use a bunch of names, the possibilities are endless. Crabkat himself was shuffling over to him, woo time for magic, I can’t fucking believe this. This is bullshit, utter bullshit. At least John’s in this class, but he’s across the room! Why have I been fucking cursed like I did something wrong, oh I know what I did wrong. I was born. Everyone’s looking at me, they know I fucked up, ugh, breathe. I’m gonna be fine, it’s only class.

Dave almost frowns, this kid is so full of mysteries, and looks around the room to test his theory. No one notices because of his shades, and he could see that only a few people were looking in Karkat’s direction. Nepeta, John (who was waving happily), that one person he can’t bother to remember, and more no names. When Dave turns back around, he sputtered. Jesus, when the kid sat down, he could see over his head and Dave isn’t that tall. Around 5’9 definitely, and..Kitkat couldn’t be taller than 5’1. He should of noticed when he was talking to him before class, but Dave can be oblivious sometimes.

Mr. Hare, who has no hair, began to drone on about something historical, and so Dave naturally begins to doodle. Sure, he likes history, but he’s him and he already decided that he’s not going to pay attention in class now. Fuck it all today. Does he even need to be in class, or go to school? He can cheat his way through life and if that isn’t the coolest thing you’ve ever heard, then you a sad, sad man or girl. Dave doesn’t have no preference with who sees his coolness, it’s for everyone to come and gawk at. Gather around, take pictures, he’ll even twerk for an extra five cents.

Augh.

He really needs to get his train of rambling under control, he may start talking out loud again, but fuck the train has a life of it’s own now. Full stream ahead it bellows while he’s tied up, gonna be thrown in the fire pot thingy with all the coal. Auuughhh.

He sketches without thinking about what to draw, he gets lost his head a lot if you couldn't already tell, and it slowly transformed into a bloody crow. Not bloody as in Britain's weird cursing, but bloody as in blood is dripping off it. He’s no art major, yet, but he would say he’s pretty damn good. Drawing is always an outlet for him to escape to, it doesn't block everything out like music does, but it does the job fair enough.

“Dave, how long is the great wall of China?”

He sits up when hearing his name and looked at the teacher, (he broke through to his mind ages ago), I wonder if he’ll know this, it’s 1, 400 miles and this isn’t a fact that most students his age know. He’s a very smart student, he’s never failed anything, but I don’t know how he learns anything with all that doodling. A prodigy more of the case.

“1, 400 miles long, I’m pretty sure. Could be 1, 500 miles long, that’s a long ass wall. You wanna know what’s also long?” The class erupted in giggles, and it took Mr. Hare, who has no hair, three minutes to call them all back down again. Apparently, he’s teaching about China, that sounded pretty cool actually with all the battles, but Dave can’t really focus. He glances from the board to Karkat, who’s ears were bright red. Read his mind, Dave? He hesitated, not because it was an invasion of privacy, but because he’s starting to get a migraine coming on. He doesn’t use his power for shits and giggles all the time, it takes a toll and he doesn’t want to overload again, not that he would by just reading midget’s mind again.

That happened once.

Basically, a couple years ago, he read minds practically every second one day and just passed when he got home. He woke up covered in smuppets five hours later with a strife note on his forehead. He got his ass kicked because he could barely stand, much less block Bro’s sword, and he got punched in the face when he puked nearly on Bro. It wasn’t a pleasant experience.

Some days, he doesn’t even use it. Mostly, which means practically every day, he does, but once or twice in a period, it’s better to space them out so the migraines at least manageable. The headaches are inevitable, 90% he has one and he just deals with it. But, today is a fuck it all day.

He’s not going to call on me. Just pay attention, is Douche Mcgee Dave staring at me? I kinda feel like he’s staring at me, that fucked up creep. What’s long? Not his fucking dick. I mean, unless..No! Listen, Qin Shi Huang thought of the great wall of China, well that’s paranoia at it’s finest. I don’t give two shits about this crap, but fuck it, fuck it all. I want to go home, home with it’s fluffy blankets and my movies. Oh, I don’t think we’ve unpacked my movies. It sucks how I didn’t get to keep them all, they didn’t all survive the fire. I’m lucky to have two...out of fifty five. Ugh, I promised myself I wouldn’t think of it. That brunette chick is staring at me, fuck you. I hope you get your skin slowly peeled off by a potato peeler and then boiled on medium for twenty-five minutes, add some spice, but guess what? After it’s all done, everyone puked out their fucking guts because you’re a salty ass bitch.

Shit, he’s talking again. Dave rolls his eyes, Kitkat what are you doing? Insulting people? Wow. He’s still mind boggled that this short, fluffy ginger who stuttered when saying his name has a raging storm inside his head.

“Mr. Vantas, how about you?” The new student freezes, Dave sees it clear as day him tensing up, but now he knows his last name. Total not saving that for later. “Karkat?”, the elder person in the room by forty years pressed. He feels pity for him, Mr. Hare, who has no hair, 99% of the time only calls on students of the time who aren’t paying attention, but he was trying to pay attention. Dave read his mind, and he was literally panicking about trying to stay focused. Dave raises his hand.

That’s something he never does, he doesn't’ want to be that kid who gets all the answers right and rubs it in everyone’s faces and he only gets them right is because he reads the teacher’s mind. He’s not a smart person under all the layers. He feels everyone’s eyes on him, and he does what he does best, act cool. “Yes, Dave.”

“Yes. Ya’ll called on me, but before you called on Kittykat. That’s some call central going on right there. Yo, John, get a load of this. Someone record this shi-sh right down right now at this exact second, Nepeta, you like cats, right? If you record my sweet words right now, like honey to your ears. Come on, you’ve never heard something so beautiful like this before, it’s bringing tears to your eyes. But anyways, if you do that, I’ll hold Karkat down, get it, he has cat in his name, so you can lick him. Lick the everloving fudge out of him, he’ll totally be down. He kinda called you salty, so I don’t know how you’re going to take that, but he’s cute.”

Dave waved around his pen when he rambled, gesturing to the people he would talk to. Mr. Hare, who has no hair, sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He does that when he’s annoyed. Then, Mr. Hare, who has no hair, turns back to the chalkboard, because this school is poor, and continues lecturing about Qin Suh whats-his-face.

He didn’t notice, but Karkat had turned around at one point in time and is staring weirdly at the freckled blonde. Dave raises an eyebrow, high enough that the shorty sees it, and crosses his arms. So cool. All Karkat does is lean in and whisper, “What the everloving fuck was that?’. Time beats, Dave is trying desperately to bite back his laughter, and he does, but little huffs of breath still escape out. He never full-out laughs, rolling on the ground, clutching his stomach. That’s just not cool.

Karkat stares at him longer, faint pink lathered on his cheeks, before he huffs and turns back around. Dave could read his mind again, but right now, he doesn’t want to. He could play it off that his head is pounding, but the real reason is that he doesn’t know why. It would of been the perfect time to do it. The bell rings fifteen minutes later.

Unfortunately, Dave doesn’t have any of his other classes with Kitkat, classes until lunch he means. The cafeteria is crowded, but he doesn’t eat that garbage anyways, he actually doesn’t eat lunch at all. Or breakfast. Sometimes not even dinner. Though, recently Kanaya, Rose’s elegant girlfriend who eats lunch with them everyday, has been “accidently” packing another sandwich and Rose had swore him not to read her mind after they finally got together.

(“What if she's cheating on you?” “She would never do that, so you swear?” “Fucking fine. Anyone else I'm not allowed to use my sweet awesome powers on?” “Me? And mother dearest. I assume you know why?” “Ya, ok.”)

He goes to the usual place that they chill at, under the big oak tree near the courtyard. Perfect view in case the school goes up in flames, (part of him thinks that's why Rose picked it). The ultimate gay couple are already there, cuddling and holding hands while they feed each other strawberries. It was disgustingly cute, but it was good that they were there. Rose would have his meds, seriously, he's having a hard time just even walking, much less paying attention in class with this headache.

“PDA, sister. Haven't we talked about this?” She smiles her creepy “I know everything smile”, “Why, David, I don't know what you're talking about.”

Dave scoffs, she knows that's not his name, she only calls him that to spite him. He opens his mouth to report back, when a quiet oh comes behind him. Kanaya smiles warmly, holding out her hand, the one that isn't petting Rose's fair blonde hair, to whoever tried to sneak up on a Strider.

Oh. It's Karkat, surprisingly. Well, it was obvious that he was going to sit next to them because John sits next to them, but John doesn't have lunch today. Late piano work, he had explained. So, why's the cute ginger here?

“Karkat, come sit down. You've already met Rose, I believe, and this is her twin brother, Dave.”

Dave moves to the side so Karkles could pass through, and he did, sitting close next to Kanaya. They knew each other? Damn, how many people knew this cutie before him? Does he have competition?

“I..know him. He's in my homeroom class.” Again with this shy act? Jesus. Dave would like it better if he's just honest, what does a shy, cowardly act even get you? No friends, no fans, no one adoring you, so why?

“Yup, and I distinctly remember saving ya from Mr. Hare, who has no hair.”

“What? That's n-not his name.”

“Oh yes it is. Tell ‘em Rose.” Rose rolls her light violet eyes, “That's a nickname Dave here came up with because Mr. Hare really doesn't have any hair, he's bald.” Dave shrugs, his fingers tapping the side of him in a steady rhythm to have him something to focus on besides his head thumping, and it was also a clue to Rose that he forgot his pills. “You need to stop being so forgetful, Dave.”

She fishes out the aspirin from her purple purse, and hands the pill bottle over to him. Quickly, he shakes two out and pops them in the back of his throat, swallowing them dry. He knows he's not supposed to do that, but he doesn't have any water around and he wanted to look cool in front of Karkat. And the look on the teen’s face says it all, surprise, and- annoyance?

Kanaya gasps her little fake gasp of “Oh no, I messed up on something and I totally didn't mean to. Yes that is the truth”.

“It seems like I accidentally packed three sandwiches instead of one. Rose dear, what do I do?”, she sprouted and Dave sighs, holding out his hand, “Yo mama, hit me up.” Eating is worth the pleasant smile that lights up her face.

Then, she turns to Karkat, but doesn't say anything like she did to him. He huffs under his breath and takes the other one, and under closer inspection didn't have any meat? Shit, his didn't have any either and you know that he loves his juicy flesh. Wait- ew, that sounded wrong.

Well, if the context involved let's say Karkat, then..

Nah, Dave's not gay. He's not.

Right?